How Needles Kane And Michael Myers Are The Same And Different

We hide behind a mask

As we stalk our victims from the darkness

Because we have ulterior motives in mind

For the lucky one that was able to get away

And still manages to slip through our fingers time and time again

Our faces a unreadable even behind the mask

No one knows what we're thinking because our mind is a blank canvas

As we wait for the perfect time to strike

And how we're going to enjoy the art of killing you